September 4, 2003
A wonderful review from DaGoddess, as posted on her site:
What happens when an Ivy League overachiever blows an ad campaign and gets called a "peckerwood" by his working class client? He gets assigned three months living undercover amongst the client's target consumer base.
From pampered to pauper in a day, Edward Vincent Prescott
III takes on his assignment with relish. Armed with legal pads, binoculars,
and a slightly used 1971 Pontiac Bonneville (with a brand new 8 track
cassette deck!), Edward becomes Eddie and ventures forth into the world
of Old Milwaukee, wrestling, stock cars, and fish sticks. Faster'n you
can say "how do I get outta here, Officer," you'll be caught up in
I got Undercover White Trash Tuesday afternoon just as I was heading out to work. I read most of the first chapter while stuck in traffic and couldn't wait for my break that night to read more. A half hour of break didn't give me nearly enough time for reading. I wanted more. I can't remember ever laughing harder or louder over a novel. All told, I spent about two hours with my head stuck in this book, completely caught up in the story. Does this privileged Princeton peckerwood stand up when put to the test? All I'll tell you is that Eddie fares better than Fung Lo did in Flying Fists of Pain. Check out Undercover White Trash and spend an afternoon lost in laughter.
August 7, 2003
A great review from fellow blogger SugarMama, as posted on her site:
Undercover White Trash / L.A. Stalker
I read DK's novels during my recent travels to New York and to the beach in Florida. The two novels had a few things in common. Both were a perfect fit for what I was seeking: entertaining travel/beach reading, not difficult to digest - something to entertain me while, at the same time, allowing my brain to remain on vacation. In both novels, DK weaves interesting plot lines and has a talent for colorful characterization.
UWT made me laugh out loud several times. This is a rare feat, one accomplished in the past by David Sedaris, who I consider a master of satirical humor. The lighthearted story of UWT is somewhat a reverse Pygmalion/My Fair Lady (where a poor, unrefined woman is immersed in wealthy society): Edward Prescott, a weathy ad agency executive born with a silver spoon in his mouth, is sent on assignment to immerse himself in the culture of the less affluent but still urban, trailer-park-dwelling people. The realist in me finds it hard to believe that the protagonist could really pull the wool over anyone's eyes regarding his background. I had to maintain a suspended state of belief in order to follow the story, and I occasionally muttered, "Yeah, right!" Nevertheless, the story held me captive until the end of the book. I held off sleeping on my flight home from New York in order to finish it. UWT offers the reader humorous, yet candid observations regarding the habits and attitudes of people who are in different social classes. At the end of the story, the protagonist returns to his wealthy way of life (however, he had a few slips during his white-trash-saturation period), but retains some of the practices and beliefs he assimilated into while living at the trailer park.
Both novels have plot lines that could very well be transformed into screenplays. Hooray for DK's active imagination. And go check them out (see links at the top of this post) if you want to read something fun.
August 1, 2003
A nice review from fellow blogger Trailer Park Girl, as posted on her site:
Shame on me! Some months ago, I was contacted by a writer named David Kilpatrick who had stopped by my blog. (David has since been adding value to my “comments” box on a semi-regular basis.) David offered to send me complimentary copies of his books L.A. Stalker and Undercover White Trash if I would agree to review the books. I agreed to review them, he promptly sent me the books, I read them, I quite enjoyed them … and, you guessed it, have yet to publish reviews of them! Here we are, more than halfway through the summer (heck, I guess it’s fall already in places like Minnesota), and my readers have not yet been acquainted with these works, both of which make for excellent summer vacation/beach reads. As Sugarmama observes, both books would translate well into screenplays. (If Undercover White Trash gets made into a film, I would love to play one of the trailer-park characters.)
Now Sugarmama, who received review copies from David more recently than I did, has written good reviews of both books. And I’m going to do the lazy thing and say (truthfully) that I totally agree with her reviews, and could not have summed up the books or the reading experience better myself. So go read Sugarmama’s reviews. And go visit David Kilpatrick’s site! He’s got other good books as well, and the summer is only half over! David has never once given me a hard time about my failure to hold up my end of our agreement. David, please forgive my slacker ass. Or don’t!
A nice emailed review from the playwriting, hockey-playing, reggae-listening actor David Shiffman, author of The Cosmic Burrito:
Undercover White Trash was a highly enjoyable, quick and easy read. It was very well written and many of the creative analogies and similies made me laugh. I really loved the protagonist, Eddie Prescott, who, from the description of the book, I thought I wouldn’t like. Yet despite his upper class upbringing and taste for the finer things in life, his lack of touch with the “real” world came not from an innate snobbiness but simply from his inexperience with the middle and/or lower class. I admired his willingness to embrace a challenge and get down and dirty with his research. The passion he had for his work really made him exciting and interesting and his humbling self-deprecation made him likable. Many scenes were flat-out hysterical and I hated to see the story end. (But I liked the ending.)
2001 Self-Published Book Awards
This review was done last year and I am just now getting around to posting it. The reviewer is an anonymous staff member of the magazine.
I enjoyed your book a lot. You had a great premise in the idea of the rich marketing types not having an idea of how a certain market segment lives. The quick way that you jumped into the action made for an easy read and kept the suspense high on how things would progress. I found myself laughing at several points, especially when Edward shot the cow. You have a good sense of timing in the humor of the book. It seemed to stem from the characters and situations, not forced into the storytelling. The book had the potential to be a parody of the people he was supposed to be studying, but I never felt that the book was patronizing or demeaning at all to the blue-collar types that he encountered. It made for an interesting and easy read.
Jaunie Collins, email review 1/22/03
I just finished Undercover, and I cannot describe how much I loved this book!! I was completely enthralled with it, and could not put it down. I have not been so amused and entertained by a book in a long time. I laughed until my sides hurt! I didn't want the book to end. I cannot wait to start LA Stalker, even though it is a completely different type of book. Thank you so much for making reading so much fun!! I am passing this book around to all my friends who will love it as much as I did. Can't wait for the movie!!!
The Poly Post / October 15, 2002
California State Polytechnic University newspaper, Pomona
Elitist Snob Takes a Trip to the Trailer Park
By Christopher Neprasch
The six syllables just seem to roll off the tongue: “Undercover White Trash.” Oh, what a melodic tone it has. This novel by David L. Kilpatrick is one of the most entertaining 140 pages of fiction that I have read in quite some time.
Edward Vincent Prescott III is a Princeton graduate, trust fund baby and a hotshot marketing guru who drops the ball on a huge account. Instead of a one-way ticket to the unemployment line, Prescott is given an all-expense paid trip to the trailer park.
The plot alone sounds appealing enough, but when you toss in a love interest that works at a convenience store and enjoys an occasional dabble in pornography, wrestling and some wild escapades at the local watering hole, “Undercover White Trash” is a solid contrast of bourgeoisie opinion and backwoods country fun.
There is some social relevance with this read. Prescott does make some deep personal breakthroughs when he symbolically trades his Benz in for a Pontiac, but the impact of class structure is secondary to the hilarious dialogue.
While the storyline has the depth of an $8 Wal-Mart kiddy-pool, you can’t help feel for Edward—or “Eddie” as his new flock of friends refer to him—when he collects the trash at his old country club instead of golfing there.
Kilpatrick does his job to perfection, painting an excellent picture of every character in the novel. From Eddie’s overweight neighbor who sits on the couch smoking cigarettes all day to his high-priced lawyer, it is effortless to paint a picture in the imagination.
Bottom line: this one should be a priority in your book. It is relatively short so it can be read in just a little time—not to mention that I flipped through the pages at a steady pace, looking for the next redneck saying like: leaving someone behind like “a fart in a dust storm.”
So if you enjoy Milwaukee’s Best brew, old cars or living in roach-ridden trailers, give this book strong consideration. Likewise, if you like reading and hunting doves while intoxicated from a moving car or find anything remotely funny about white trash stereotypes you should also ponder picking up this book.
Amazon.com - April 24, 2002 - Reviewer: Dorothy Canedy, California USA
An uproariously funny book. I can picture the actors for each part when it becomes a movie someday. This book reaches the funny bones of both the "snobs" in the world and the "rednecks" too. Well-written, well-researched and thoroughly enjoyable! I recommend this book to anyone who enjoys tongue-in-cheek humor and outright obvious stabs at others' lifestyles.